Almost Done
Mike is supposed to get in around 2 am this morning. I will be so glad when this single parent gig is over! It has not been as awful as it could be, but it has not been all sunshine and snuggles and rainbow farts either. Nights have been nothing short of horrible, but I knew that would happen.
I thought I would keep the house clean and it was looking great on Wednesday. As the week wore on and my nerves wore out my plan to be awesome slowly faded. It is not as bad as it could be, but it is a far cry from clean.
When do I get my week long vacation?
Not that it was a vacation for him. I guess I would rather spend time with my children even without night support than do a presentation in front of the big space acronym people.
We are having something of an emergency tonight, but once again it was Facebook to the rescue. One of our hermit crabs has finally molted (I guess) and is too big for his preferred shell. I have provided the tank with plenty of shells that meet the criteria set forth by dozens of webpages put together by hermit crab lovers. My crabs will not use any of them. Tonight Lightening finally came out of a six week seclusion and was missing his shell. I didn’t even see him at first–I thought he was part of a pile of wood chips. Naked hermit crabs are pretty nasty looking.
He doesn’t like any of his shell options and I hate to leave him in there exposed to the other crabs. What if they eat him?
One of my friends saw the poor creature’s plight on FB and was at my door with a basket of shells a half hour later (she called first). Isn’t that just the nicest thing ever? Shell delivery service!
We picked out the ones we thought would be most likely to succeed and boiled them up. That was a few hours ago and so far two of the new shells have been claimed by two of the other crabs, but Mr. Nekkid is still shell-less. I’m worried about him. I don’t like the crabs. I wish we didn’t have the crabs. Yet I worry. I don’t want any creature under my care to suffer. Being eaten by your friends sounds like a whole lot of suffering.
Time for bed. It’s 10:55 and Miss Rotisserie has not had her nightly wake-up. Probably because she went to sleep super, super late. She refused to get into bed and at some point I said “eff this noise” and sat down on the floor with the sleep music playing, while messing around with my FB games. Won’t someone please help me unlock the next episode of Candy Crush? Erik has me addicted to these stupid games that require three friends to help you move on past certain levels. Ugh.
Anyway, I was sitting on the floor with my feet out and she was rolling and rolling inside my legs, screaming like a banshee. Then suddenly she wasn’t. She was fast asleep, I don’t know how a person can go to sleep in mid-scream like that, but it was quite a relief. How am I supposed to concentrate on matching lost jewels with a kid screaming and carrying on? That’s a joke, btw. Sort of.
Remind me to tell you about me almost getting into a fight and having to get the manager at a fast food restaurant. I have to go to bed tonight, but if I remember I will tell you the story tomorrow.